I am always chosen last
Just like an orange popsicle
I may be quite
I may be shy
But they ignore me
All the time
They only choose me
When their friends are busy
Just like you choose the orange
When all of the cherries are missing
They must not like me
But that's okay
Because quite frankly
I don't like myself either
Just like an orange popsicle
I may be quite
I may be shy
But they ignore me
All the time
They only choose me
When their friends are busy
Just like you choose the orange
When all of the cherries are missing
They must not like me
But that's okay
Because quite frankly
I don't like myself either
Just my feelings in a 63 word poem.